Twins (working title)

(this is the prologue to a novel I'm writing, hence the title above it of "prologue". XD Please tell me what you think, and please do not steal.)

WARNING: This is horror, and there will be gore. The squeamish may want to leave now.

Submitted:Feb 7, 2011
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Prologue

Jason made
his way quickly along the sidewalk, cursing under his breath. Had
he any idea that the work meeting would be so late, he would have
called home. It was now pushing on midnight, and his cellphone
had died.

Jason scanned
the area with green eyes, desperately searching for a payphone.
His chances of finding one seemed slim, as he had entered the
quieter part of town. Jason groaned, dreading the inevitable
encounter with his furious wife.

Looks like
somebody's sleeping on the couch
today...

Just as Jason gave it up and resolved to
just walk home, he tripped and stumbled, sending his phone flying
into the grass. He sighed, and trudged over. As he knelt to pick
it up, he heard a loud, but distant bang. Jason glanced up, and
saw an old, most likely abandoned shed. Another crashing sound
came from within, and he felt the hair on the back of his neck
stand on end.

Jason stood up slowly, hand closing around
his phone, eyes locked warily on the beaten up building. He
approached it slowly and with purpose, his steps quiet and
deliberate.

As Jason got closer to the building, his
stomach lurched nervously - were those footsteps he had
heard?

Jason neared the door, and simply stood in
front of it, thinking about how stupid this was. It was probably
just a dog, or a raccoon, or -

Yes, those were definitely
footsteps.

Jason took a deep, quiet breath, trying to
ignore the way his heart was racing, his palms slick with sweat.
He rationalized that he would just look in, put his nerves at
rest, and leave all this foolishness behind him. He exhaled,
shook his head firmly, and shoved the door open, rushing into the
shed with quick, firm steps.

Jason was..shocked, and
utterlyhorrified, by what
he saw.

The body of a
man, disheveled and blood-soaked, lay sprawled face up on the
floor. He was shoved carelessly to the side of the room, no
effort made whatsoever to conceal the sickening display. His
pants were unbuttoned and unzipped, his wrinkled shirt clinging
to him with a combination of blood and sweat. His glassy, dead
eyes were wide and terrified, his mouth hanging open in an
eternal monument to his final emotion. The man was covered in
cuts and already-forming bruises, the most prominent of which
being a thick gash on his neck, cutting in deep and leaving his
head hanging on by a mere flap of skin. The man must have been
drug over to his current place, for there were dark trails of red
smeared on the ground, leading from his body to the middle of the
room. It was obvious that he had put up a fight, for there were
lines and splashes of the vile liquid decorating the walls. The
part that stood out the most, however, was the large "R", drawn
in thick streaks with the poor victim's
blood.

And
there, standing in front of the window, were two children. A boy
and a girl.

Their
backs were to him, and they appeared unnervingly calm in the
midst of this horrible scene. They were so...young,
looking to be about ten, maybe eleven. The girl stood to the
left, her long, dark hair flowing down her back, shimmering and
silvery in the moonlight. Right next to her, to the right, stood
the boy, with the same silvery black hair, cut much shorter. They
were the same height, with the same pale skin. In the girl's left
hand, which lay at her side, was a gun, and in the boy's right, a
large, bloody meat cleaver.

The
boy's left hand was clasped firmly in the girl's right, and they
appeared about to climb out the window, but stopped at the sound
of his footsteps. Simultaneously, they glanced over their
shoulders, revealing glowing, identical gray eyes. At the sight
of him, the twins glanced knowingly at each other. Suddenly, the
boy raised their clasped hands and spun the girl, in a way that
reminded Jason of a ballerina, and she was facing him, the gun
raised and pointed directly at his head.

Jason
was frozen in shocked horror at the bloody mess that surrounded
him, and now in fear as he saw the young girl's polite, amused
smile. His senses came to him, finally, and he tried to get away,
stumbling back as his jaw clicked and he shook his head
frantically in terror. The female twin's soft, cheerful giggle
rang in the silence, as if this was all just a game, and she
pulled the trigger, the sound of the shot cracking painfully
through the air.

The
blood splattered from the wound, oozing into his eyes, and he
dropped back, dead on contact.

The
young girl's polite, half-interested smile remained in place as
she watched him fall. Without a word, Perry spun her again, so
that her back was to the room once more.

Mary
looked over at her twin and smiled, pleased that he didn't let go
of her hand. Perry was smiling also, a polite little smile that
was identical to hers.

"Shall
we take our leave, Sister?"

Mary
glanced out at the night sky, watching the stars sparkle. She
nodded.